The loud scraping of a huge cleaver dragging across wood flooring tails you. You're running, sweat is running down your skin, you're panting and your heart is racing; you can hear your pulse in your ears. You're scared shitless that you might trip, or that thing which is chasing you just might catch up to you. You can't slow down, but you're running out of track, and you've found yourself cornered. You don't know what to do. This room is a dead end. You think fast, opening up a nearby closet and climbing inside as quickly as possible. It has just enough space for you, so you pull the door closed behind you and try to calm your breathing.

The loud thumping of brutal footsteps can be heard following your trail down the hall, the blade pries up floorboards on its way, slicing through with the same ease it's split many of the guilty it has punished. The Executioner comes to a stop in the doorway of the room you're in, and you hold your breath while watching through the gaps in the closet door.

Pyramid Head enters the room. He knows you're in here. You can't have slipped past him. He exhales a large, heavy breath; it reverberates within his massive metal helm. His gaze sweeps around the room, before landing on the closet. You could be an all manner of places, but... He walks closer, and his heavy hand lands on the closet door. He knows. He's staring right at you. He can hear your heart racing. Slowly, he pulls the closet door open. He sees you, and his hand immediately closes around your throat, his other still grasping the handle of his great blade. He doesn't say anything, but he hoists you out of the closet and onto his bulky shoulder without any trouble at all. It's time.